Half-Yokai Cultivating the Path of Immortality Chapter 314: Zhimingshan

Zhiming Mountain is less than a hundred feet high.

Among the surrounding mountains, it is one of the shortest hills.

Although the mountain is low, the scenery is very complicated.

Sword forest, sword field, gun rock, water pool, fire pond, medicine field, mineral vein...

Everything related to practice is included.

In the forest, there is a bluestone path.

Wei Dahua led the way, followed by Lu Tong and Dian Si'er.

Dian Si'er sent a message: "Master, are you Hu Lian's backer?"

Lu Tong's voice message replied: "Most likely, it must be related to Dahe Grain Store anyway."

"This is a Yiyi Sect, will they force us to kill Meng Dahe?"

"Not that much."

He looked up at the mountain and said through a message: "At most, there are incentives, but I'm curious about what benefits they will give up."

"It doesn't matter if you kill him, Meng Dahe should have died long ago."

Turn from the mountainside into the bamboo forest.

Deep in the bamboo forest, dozens of tables were set up in an open space, and many young monks were sitting and eating.

Wei Dahua pointed to the two-story bamboo building not far away and said, "Senior Brother Lu and Uncle Chuiwen are upstairs."

"Okay."

On the second floor of the bamboo building, a figure in white sat by the window and nodded.

Lu Tong is going to take Dian Si'er there.

Wei Dahua took a step away, suddenly stopped, raised his hand towards the small building, caught up with the two of them, and said: "This senior sister, my uncle ordered me to take senior sister to dinner."

"Go ahead."

Lu Tong climbed up to the second floor alone, walked to the window, cupped his hands and said: "Qi Capture Sect, Lu Tong. I have met senior brother Chuiwen!"

"Please sit down. I am old and my legs and feet are not good, so I have to send a student over. Don't be offended, junior brother."

"Don't dare."

Cuiwen, he is very old.

All his hair has fallen out, and there are only a few beards left. There are many dark brown spots all over his head and face.

Lu Tong sat down opposite.

Chuiwen smiled and pointed to the table and said: "Please use the coarse tea and rice."

"Thank you."

The food on the table is clear, consisting of three dishes, a soup and a bowl of rice.

The three dishes are one meat and two vegetables, fried meat, stir-fried vegetables, and cold mixed vegetables.

The soup is chicken stewed with beans.

He picked up Kuaizi and picked up a piece of fried meat, put it in his mouth and chewed it for a while, then swallowed it and said, "It's fragrant, tender, rich in blood and has no fishy smell. It's worthy of a page."

Chui Wen did not move quickly, and nodded: "The little demon deer has just turned one year old. The blood and temperature are moist, and it is most suitable for little ones to eat."

Lu Tong nodded and asked: "How many students are there in the mountain?"

"About a thousand now."

"So many?"

He was a little surprised, Dachang Academy was only in his early three hundred years.

Cuiwen looked at the little monk outside the window, then looked away after a moment, and said slowly: "Only when there are many seeds can we grow good seedlings. It is already very impressive to have three or five talents among more than a thousand people."

"Awesome."

Lu Tong responded casually, but he was thinking about something else.

More than a thousand people eat tender venison three times a day, and the other dishes are probably not ordinary.

The gold and silver offered by Meng Dahe was much more than expected.

He didn't move for a few breaths.

Chuiwen smiled, filled a bowl of chicken soup and handed it over, saying: "Baijin beans and grass phoenix chicken. Junior brother has a few hunger lines on his face and is in urgent need of nourishment. These two things are just right."

"Thank you, brother."

Lu Tong took the chicken soup with both hands and took a sip. His mouth was immediately filled with delicious flavor.

Finished the chicken soup in a few mouthfuls.

He thought about it and couldn't help but look slightly different. This bowl of chicken soup has more nourishing effects than eating a pig leg.

"Brother, what are the benefits of white beans and grass chicken?"

"Jin beans replenish water and benefit the kidneys. Grass phoenix chicken replenishes blood and benefits the heart."

After Chuiwen introduced with a smile, he continued: "Junior brother's several hunger lines belong to the five internal organs. I think he is practicing secret methods. In addition to these two kinds, there are also soft-shell cave cicada to benefit the spleen, gossamer eel to benefit the lungs, and drought-resistant eel to benefit the lungs. Lotus seeds are good for the liver. These vegetables are cooked every day on the mountain, so junior fellow apprentices can come here often to eat."

"Thank you, brother."

Lu Tong forced out a smile, lowered his head and continued eating.

There is no smoke without fire.

A show of kindness for no reason must be for something.

If you want him to take action, this small amount of profit is not enough.

Every time I eat a dish, Chuiwen will introduce it.

The rice is not ordinary, and the dishes are not ordinary either. Xuan Miao is very suitable for young monks who are growing up, and people like Lu Tong who have "grown up" again.

While eating and listening, he memorized the names of the dishes and prepared to go back and let Madam Ninth and Dian Si'er prepare them.

After a while, there were only a few empty bowls and plates left on the table.

Lu Tong put down Kuaizi, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, senior brother, for the hospitality!"

"How are these dishes?"

"Okay. The food is good, the taste is good, and the intentions are good. These young monks are lucky to be able to practice in Zhiming Mountain."

He meant what he said.

In terms of food alone, Zhimingshan is far better than Dachang Academy.

Chuiwen nodded with a smile and asked, "Junior brother, do you know who sent these things?"

Lu Tong paused for a moment.

Here comes the topic.

He did not pretend to be a fool, and said: "I have heard a little bit, it should be the Dahe Food Store in Mengdahe."

"Yes. The sect is rich, but there are more places to spend money, and there is not much to spread on Zhiming Mountain. Before Meng Dahe appeared, Zhiming Mountain only provided a meal of spiritual rice, and the rest was taken care of by itself. It can be said that the cultivation of these students has A share of Meng Dahe."

Lu Tong noticed something unusual and couldn't help but frowned.

Why is Chuiwen talking about the benefits of Meng Dahe?

If you are concerned about Dahe Grain Store, you should talk about the oil and water in it.

He was confused and said: "Meng Dahe has a kind heart."

Cuiwen shook his head. ~IndoMTL.com~ It’s not about being kind and saving your life. ”

"Oh?"

Lu Tong's expression changed slightly, and he became even more confused.

Cui Wen said: "I'll tell you the truth, junior brother. I know that there is a **** ghost in Meng Dahe, and there may even be some shady things, but he is more useful to Zhiming Mountain alive."

Let's get straight to the point.

Lu Tong stopped guessing and beat around the bush and asked directly: "What do you want me to do, senior brother?"

"I don't dare to say anything. Someone wanted to kill Meng Dahe, and I heard that they even found Junior Brother. I didn't want Zhimingshan to be harmed, so I had to come forward to see Junior Brother in person."

It turns out that Meng Dahe’s backer is Chuiwen.

Judging from Chui Wen’s appearance, he probably won’t live long. No wonder someone started taking action against Meng Dahe.

He asked: "Whose person is Hu Lian?"

Cuiwen was silent for a moment and sighed.

"Ji Yan, the master who teaches Dan on the mountain. He knows people, faces but not hearts. I personally led him up the mountain. Unexpectedly, he put his personal interests above Zhiming Mountain."

"Fortunately, my senior brother is here."

"Me?"

Cuiwen laughed and said nothing.

Lu Tong understands what it means.

The person is not dead yet, Ji Yan has dared to stretch out his hand. Once a person dies, Meng Dahe will not survive the next day.

He picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea.

Chuiwen picked up the teacup, looked out the window and murmured: "If someone can continue to deliver things to the mountain, it doesn't matter if Meng Dahe dies."

Lu Tong was about to serve tea, but stopped immediately when he heard this.

Did you tell him this?

There is no other person here except him.

But the next moment I felt something was wrong. Meng Dahe needed money in exchange for his life, but he didn't need it. Chuiwen couldn't believe him.

I thought about it randomly.

He picked up the tea cup and looked out the window, saying, "It's hard, everyone is not greedy for money."